Lyrics:

The dirty town casts a cloud on us
A blanket of smog like a sword of Damocles
Mechanical moves. people cannot smile
Forcing my way through streets
Leaving this monotony for a while
We pile up money. We love our cars
Perverted age. We need our wars
Consumption, selfishness and hate
We will never learn
Stupidity, decay, lack of restraint
We annihilate ourselves
The civilisation is an experience
A learning process
But it's a trap. can you stop turning round the key
And spitting out the exhaust fumes ?
If a sore bursts open you concentrate on it
But do you know - we are this gash
People speak to god, most people speak to god
Only in their final hour